Transmigrated into a farmer's lucky charm, all the villains in the family panicked.

This time, it wasn't just Zhen Linqing who came.

Half a step behind him was a short, stout middle-aged man panting heavily.

Yun Huaikang caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye, and his eyes narrowed. He recognized the short, fat man.

Magistrate Sun of Taijing County.

Yun Pianpian peeked out from behind Zhen Linqing, ran to her father in a flash, and whispered a few words.

It turned out that when the maids went to find Zhen Linqing, Magistrate Sun happened to be accompanying them at the restaurant where Zhen Linqing was staying.

The county magistrate only found out a few days ago that the heir of the Ming Prince's Mansion had been living in his territory for so long without his knowledge. Today, he had to persuade him to come out for dinner to show his hospitality.

Before all the dishes had been served, Yun Pianpian rushed in in a hurry.

After hearing the whole story from her, Zhen Linqing stood up and left.

Magistrate Sun, fearing that something might happen to him in his territory, quickly followed him.

Magistrate Sun, panting heavily, had just regained his footing when he looked up and saw the scene at the shop entrance. Several thugs with fierce expressions were blocking the entrance, and the ground was littered with crushed pastries. The leader was standing with his hands on his hips, cursing loudly.

Having served as a county magistrate for so many years, he was all too familiar with this kind of scene.

It was those same bastards smashing someone's shop again. He was about to make his usual attempt to smooth things over with a laugh when he suddenly remembered what Zhen Linqing had said on the road earlier: "Hey, my shop's been vandalized. I have to go check it out."

A chill ran down Magistrate Sun's spine.

The shop of the Ming Prince's Mansion! Those few blind bastards!

His face immediately darkened, his official authority flared, and he roared at the top of his lungs, "What are you doing! What are you doing! Is there no law anymore! You bunch of brats, are you itching for a beating again?!"

His voice was full of energy and could be heard clearly throughout the entire street.

Liang Xiaoqing was in the middle of his rant when this shout startled him so much that he forgot all the words he was saying. He turned around and saw—it was Magistrate Sun.

His arrogance immediately diminished by seven-tenths, his hands unconsciously lowered from his hips, his lips twitched, and he forced out a smile that looked more like a grimace: "County... County Magistrate... what brings you here..."

He was polite in words, but he wasn't really panicked inside.

His cousin was the wife of the registrar, who had worked in the county government for over ten years and had always had a good relationship with Magistrate Sun.

He had caused trouble on the streets before, and each time he was arrested, he would only be detained for a day or two at most, and then he would go back to doing whatever he wanted after that.

Out of respect for the registrar, Magistrate Sun always raised his hand high but lowered it gently.

Magistrate Sun did indeed have this idea in mind.

He cleared his throat, preparing to say a few mild reprimands and send the person away, but before he could even open his mouth, he heard a cold laugh from beside him.

Zhen Linqing looked at Liang Xiaoqing, but her words were meant for Magistrate Sun: "I truly never imagined that our Taijing County was like this. In broad daylight, people can just smash and vandalize other people's shops?"

These words sounded casual, but the weight of the three words "Taijing County" carried when they came out of the mouth of the Prince Ming's heir.

At best, it means ineffective governance; at worst, it means condoning local bullies who prey on the villagers. If such a label is attached to someone, forget about promotion; you'd be lucky if you didn't lose your head.

Sweat visibly broke out on Magistrate Sun's face.

He dared not compromise any longer, and abruptly turned around, roaring at his attendants, "What are you all standing there for! Go call the constables! Seize all these troublemakers! Don't let a single one escape!"

The attendant was so frightened that he turned and ran away.

Before long, several constables came running over with chains clattering around. Without saying a word, they pinned Liang Xiaoqing and the others to the ground and quickly put the chains on their wrists.

Liang Xiaoqing wanted to say something, but the constable kicked him, and he quickly shut his mouth. A fleeting look of relief crossed his eyes.

Gan Yuwan opened her mouth upon seeing this, and unconsciously took a step forward.

They were clearly up to something, and she was genuinely furious.

But before she could finish speaking, Yun Huaikang reached out and grabbed her sleeve, gently shaking his head at her.

Gan Yuwan glanced at him and swallowed her words.

Several constables took Liang Xiaoqing and his gang away. The crowd gradually dispersed. Zhen Linqing exchanged a few more words with Yun Huaikang, and then left with Magistrate Sun.

Once the area in front of the shop had completely quieted down, Old Master Li went back to talk to Yan Shijin.

The family began to clean up the mess. Some swept the floor, while others organized the goods.

Gan Yuwan leaned against the doorframe, looking at the mess on the ground, and felt a pang of sadness. She had just spent the whole night confronting hundreds of refugees in Ganjiacun Village, and tonight, before she could even catch her breath, her shop had been vandalized. She suddenly remembered a saying: "When you're sitting at home, trouble comes from nowhere."

It was already dark when they closed the shop. The family sat around the dining table in the backyard, and Yun Huaikang then briefly recounted the events of Ganjiacun from the beginning to the end.

The whole family listened with wide eyes, even putting down their chopsticks.

Although Yun Huaikang said, "There was no real fighting, the refugees withdrew."

But everyone knows that those were hundreds of starving refugees, and if a fight broke out, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Yun Shengsheng sat on Gan Yuwan's lap, her little face tense.

Gan Yuwan glanced down at her, knowing in her heart that this girl knew everything.

She sighed, deliberately softening her tone, and added a few more words, half-jokingly and half-seriously.

"Who says otherwise? Your father and I were almost scared to death when we went back yesterday. There was a huge crowd of people, probably two or three hundred, completely filling the woods outside the village."

"Fortunately, those people didn't dare to rush up in the end; they all retreated. When we left today, the people who went to scout ahead told us that they had retreated more than ten miles away and probably wouldn't come back. Otherwise, your father and I wouldn't feel comfortable going back to the county."

Yun Huaikang echoed her words, "Even if a fight breaks out, we're not afraid. The village chief is a capable man; he's already noticed something was wrong and has prepared a backup plan. We're not afraid."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

They talked for a while longer, and seeing that Yun Shengsheng was sleepy, Yun Qiaoqiao carried her back to sleep.

Everyone else was tired, so they washed up and went to sleep.

At night, Gan Yuwan and Yun Huaikang lay in bed, neither of them able to fall asleep.

Gan Yuwan rolled over and whispered, "Judging from what Sheng Sheng said, it seems the eldest brother's family is framing us! They're like a persistent ghost!"

Yun Huaikang's expression also darkened. "Tomorrow afternoon, when the shop isn't busy, I'll go back to the village to take a look..."

Gan Yuwan nodded, then said with some worry, "That Liang Xiaoqing, his cousin is the wife of the registrar. This matter won't just end like this. What will we do after the young master leaves? They will definitely retaliate against us."

Yun Huaikang put his hands behind his head, squinted at the roof beam, and said, "I know the registrar you mentioned. He has some dirty secrets, and many people in the yamen know it, but the subordinates just don't dare to say it."

Gan Yuwan was taken aback, then sat up and looked at him. "What are you planning to do?"

Yun Huaikang's lips curved into a smile. He pulled the blanket closer to her, keeping her in suspense: "I won't tell you yet. You'll find out in a few days..."